Great Demon King

GDK 513: One Man vs an Army

There were strange and unfamiliar creatures that stretched as far as the eye could see. These monstrosities bore fangs and flailing claws, as they threw themselves at him unrelentingly.

Demons of all shapes and forms inhabited the abyss, the largest being tens of metres tall and the small ones only the size of a palm. They came in all colours, each grotesque and terrifying, and a pungent liquid flowed from their mouths lined with rows of razor teeth.

Their breaths were equally putrid and on top of that, some of the demons oozes some sort of sticky pus from their bodies. It was the stuff of sci-fi movies, not real life. They were ugly, grotesque and disgusting. They evokes an instinctive hatred in him which made him itch to eradicate them all.

An enormous abyssal demon of over ten meters in height stood before Han Shuo. It looked like a gigantic cyst. It’s grotesque body oozed with pus and bulged as though tiny demon worms had been wriggling to get through to the open. It had a single green eye that gazed a rather sinister gaze.

Thousands of smaller beetle-sized demons emitted a corrosive fog as they swarmed Han Shuo. Their sharp, tiny teeth squeaked as they grinded against each other. The sight, and especially that screeching sound, chilled to the bone as hordes of them descended like locusts during harvest season.

The place was bizarre, grey and empty; it was alien. It was unlike anything Han Shuo had ever imagined. He stood in the pathway that led to the Profound Continent. At his sides, shooting stars zoomed past leaving behind streamers of dazzling yellow light. He looked around but could not quite confirm his location. Up ahead was a swarm of innumerable any seal demons, and he could sense that even more were behind them in the door-shaped passageway. Aside from that, there were only blurry grey scenes, and beams of powerful, brilliant light shooting past.

Squeak… screech… chatter…

The abyssal demons let out strange cries that Han Shuo could not understand. They swarmed Han Shuo the moment he appeared, and showered the grounds with poison almost immediately. Their vibrant toxins were like paint and the demons the painters, attempting to depict a cruel image of rot and abstraction on Han Shuo’s body.

Han Shuo had confidence in his body’s regenerative capabilities and his durability, but even so, he was unwilling to have a taste of the poison. It reeked of the strongest of acids and was able to cause paralysis.

And yet, as the incantation ended, there were no armies of undead creatures before Han Shuo. Not a single rotten limb.

Han Shuo was stunned. At first he thought that he had made a mistake with the incantation, and chanted it again, waving his skeletal staff with precise movements.

Yet it was the same. Not a single undead creature appeared!

Han Shuo could not help but feel a chill in his heart. His first reaction was to use the connection he always had with Little Skeleton to contact him. Strangely enough, he could not sense the Little Skeleton’s presence at all, and had no way of locating the netherworld.

Is it not possible to summon the undead in this space? Han Shuo eyed his surroundings carefully, and all he could see were streaks of light from shooting stars, and a dreary grey chasm.

Beneath his feet was not physical ground, but white fog. In Profound Continent, a blanket of water vapour could not possibly withstand any weight. Yet, Han Shuo was definitely standing upon it, and he could feel the solidity of the substance below him In front of him, dense swarms of abyssal demons had blocked his view. Behind him was an interplanar passageway connecting to the Profound Continent. Aside from that there was only the scene of greyness, as though he had been standing within the infinite space of the vast universe.

It appeared that this space was also affected by the space-time discontinuum, time and space both being completely out of whack, with no exact coordinates to navigate this region. That was why he could not use necromancy to communicate with the netherworld, and it naturally meant he could not summon creatures from the netherworld.

Observing his surroundings, Han Shuo quickly arrived at a conclusion.

Looking ahead once more, the tens of thousands of abyssal demons were rather sluggish under the effects of the Boundaries of Fear and Weakness. But after a while, they managed to adapt to it and resumed their movements, though much slower than before, and came charging determinedly towards Han Shuo.

“Hmph!” Han Shuo was unfazed. Even if he could not use any of his necromancy magic, he still had his actual life insurance – demonic arts.

Unlike necromancy, which required the presence of the element of death, with demonic arts, all of Han Shuo’s power was contained within his body. Regardless of which plane he was on, regardless of whether the element of death was present, the demonic power existing within his body would never be affected the slightest bit by environmental factors.

Han Shuo was rather satisfied with himself for his earlier decision. He had always firmly believed in making demonic arts his core and vital cultivation. Had he not done that, he would’ve been at a great disadvantage in this space where he was unable to summon large armies of the undead.

“Come at me, you putrid, filthy creatures of the Abyss!” He could be less bothered whether the demons could even understand him. Han Shuo smiled sinisterly as he slowly drew the Blood Seether from his space ring and, with a wave of his arm, floated out.

The moment the Blood Seether was out, a thick blood mist began to flow from within, along with a strange, sinister energy, slowly being released from the Blood Seether via the blood mist. Everywhere it passed, the bodies of the abyssal demons obscured by the blood mist would suddenly bulge and their already-slow paces geven slower.

Blood Seether was a demonic weapon made for massacre which Han Shuo had put a lot of effort in forging. As long as a creature had blood in its body, and was within the range of attack of the Blood Seether, it would be affected. These interplanar abyssal demons, despite the distinct colour of their blood, were still within the operational scope of the Blood Seether.

Everywhere the Blood Seether passed, the path and speed of blood flow of the abyssal demons would go through drastic changes. He could see their blood writhing like tapeworms on their bodies, and their already grotesque appearance seemed even more hideous.

The Blood Seether changed the speed and flow direction of blood in their bodies. Under the rapid clashing and swirling of their own blood, their bones would begin to crackle and fracture until the swirling blood reached an alarming velocity. Then, when the abyssal demons’ bodies reached their limits, their bodies would violently give way.

Once the first abyssal demon exploded, less and less could the rest withstand the power of the Blood Seether any longer. Their bodies would swell until they finally burst open, sending every shade of red spraying all over.

Gradually, all the abyssal demons enveloped by the blood mist blew apart and died in the force of the rapid swirling of their own blood. As Han Shuo gazed upon the spectacular results achieved with the Blood Seether, he wondered if he should refine more of such unique demonic weapon. Han Shuo had to admit that the destructive power of such a unique demonic weapon was highly satisfying.